Oh, deer!

The New Yorker takes a look at "Scooter" Libby's Novel

oooo esss ah! oooo esss ah!

Results in from the World Beard and Mustache Competition:

Team America took the Gold in Sideburns!

That mouse has a good beat.

So I was just reading an online article about studies into the noises that mice make when they want sex. This is currently sort of a hot topic among people who like interesting noises and people who are easily amused.

I am both types of people.

Anywho, I scrolled down the article and found some links to sound files. Yes! I will listen to that hot mouse action!

So I clicked on the first sound file and then turned my volume up. The mouse had a cheesy (ar ar) disco beat. And long drawn out squeaking. I wasn't playing any music. What on earth was going on?

Turns out I still had the Beaujolais Nouveau site open, and it was trying to play music over the loud mouse moans - sort like an international anthropomorphic evening in a typically thin-walled college dorm.

It's Beaujolais Nouveau Time!

Not really.

But there's less than two weeks to go.

The official site has information about the release of the 2005 vintage as well as where you can go to celebrate (providing you are either in France or New York).

There are even helpful hints about how to pass the time by playing foosball with yourself and sending yourself voice mail messages. Then at midnight on November 16th you can start talking with other people and disco dance slowly.

And perhaps try some Beaujolais Nouveau. The last few years wine commentators have remarked that it has been starting to actually taste like wine! Can't go wrong there.

Understatement of the day.

"The visual element doesn't add anything there. If anything, it would probably subtract."

--Aaron Burcell, Podcast production expert discussing the integration of video into audio podcasts for the new video iPods, specifically The Daily Download, "a podcast in which host Chris Rockwell interviews people while on the toilet."

From Wired.

This is what you get from surfing too much

Sometimes I will find some little article, which makes me go look at another site, and then I am looking at something that is on one hand, interesting and on the other seems to exist for no other reason than to make me wonder how on Earth I managed to find my way to it.

Which is why I find myself looking at the transcript of what is considered by game show aficionados to be a particularly extra-ordinary episode of Hollywood Squares. The official reason for the interest is that the first round seems to go into a stalemate so that instead of ending at the midway point so a second round can begin, it lasts the entire half-hour.

In other words it takes two people a half an hour to play a single game of tic-tac-toe.

What I find interesting is that Gilbert Gottfried, one of the celebrity panelists, seems to be getting rather punchy.

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Tom: All right, Gilbert. Here we go. . . . When she heard that Phileas Fogg had done it in 80 days, journalist Nellie Bly beat him by doing it in 72 days. What did she do?
Gilbert: Get through to the cable company. No, I know this, trust me. This is rowing the Atlantic.
David: I'm going to agree.
Gilbert: You fool!
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Tom: Gilbert, what significance does 1908 have if you are a Chicago Cubs fan?
Gilbert: That's the year you were in Chicago. Okay. It's the last perfect pitched game.
(David hesitates, causing everyone to laugh)
David: I'm going to agree.
Gilbert and Penn: You fool!
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Valerie: Gilbert Gottfried for the win.
Tom: For the win, yes.
Gilbert: You fool!
Tom: All right, Gilbert. Steve Austin. Steve Austin is a big, bad professional wrestler fully known as...?
Gilbert: Tubby. No, I know this one, 'cause I used to wrestle with Steve Austin. The Crusher.
Tom: The Crusher.
Valerie: I'll agree.
Gilbert: You fool!

Just write your own cold stethoscope joke here.